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should to bed
Said this is grown folk music, with my R&B niggas, Freddy and Zay, we cooling, 
You can't bullshit a bullshitter, who the fuck you fooling

Slam Harder

Onyx

Bacdafucup, Pt. II

2002

The game is over, it's a rap
It's a ree-zay, straight like dat
It's a good look, we put, hardcore on the map
Ten years to be exact, still throwin up gats
See

it like Zay?
Who else can hop right on a track and spit it through like Zay
I ain't getting complacent I'm gonna be one of the greatest
Diamonds

Its da kid w da tune 
Bringin back da bap boom 
In yea head like sasoon 
Gimme ya wig take dat too 
You fuckin midget tattoo 
Get you slapped by dat

Ay, y'all know who the fuck it is, nigga
Ouh, snap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, back out with a bliq
Talk crazy, Ima blitz
These niggas pussy, they not

roll up a leaf
Nd roll up yo homie he right by my feet
Could really give fucks bout flexing, but I’m getting diamonds all over my teeth
My bitch is

The game is over, it's a rap
It's a ree-zay, straight like dat
It's a good look, we put, hardcore on the map
Ten years to be exact, still throwin up gats
See

both me and my brothers got cakes
Won’t trip over bitches but trip over shoes
Like I forgot how to tie
You know Okill he down to kill
He posted right by

Yo John roll another one, pearl it tight
Yo Fendi you keeping it tucked right
TP Bands gon make 'em see the light
Rah Cap in the cut gon blitz
Zay G

beat the pot up like it's Mike
Diamond they hit from a distance
Who gives a fuck bout opinions
I put in dat work so I'm winnin
I remember not winnin

is tell you lies
Find a bitch who won’t
You a Juvenile wit lies
You wear dat shit right on yo trunk
You wear dat shit right on yo trunk
…
If all I do

Regular Cat

Memphis Bleek

Coming of Age [Clean]

1999

[Chorus]
Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing
Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat
Went to my block, got it off and coped metal

a booger she diggin me like a lit tooth pick 
Dat jugging, finessing we do dis 

Bitch gimmie x and o like tic tac toe 
Only thing on my mind is get the doe

Smoke is floating out my mouth a
Double cup up in my hand
Yeah, niggas say I'm the hottest in the land
I say, you ain't even know dat lingo
I say, you

OF 
BUT THIS STORY AINT BY ODA
THIS BOUT TRAFALGAR?
IS IT BOUT ZAY?
I DONT KNOW
IM GETTIN FOGGED UP

HOW I INVITE YOU TO MY ROOM
AND YALL CANT EVEN SIT DOWN

who 'dat, who 'dat who 'dat, who 'dat, who 'dat, who
Who's Dat who you know talk to 'em so smooth

Silk sets by Fenty keeps the dick hard and sticky

shit i am who I am
Dey keep askin what’s the root yea what’s the plan
I’ma stack Nd go be better man
Pop out in A it by be a lit van
Could’ve been a walk

don’t do that
I see a fine lil shawty, I’m like “who dat”?
You wanna love on me and fuck on me, just hold on
I got a heart but I could tell you that it

missing you Zay is missing you
Brandon is missing you Tiny is missing you
(It's been too long and I'm lost without you)

By the way, Larry we missing you

bitch I got a problem wit dat

(Aye who tf is dat nigga over there)
(Thrilla what the fuck is that)
(Mannn)(Uh)

No I ain't the same nigga dat u knew
Back

Rudeboy Salute

Buju Banton

Terror Squad

1999

Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,

Damn who dat be? oh dat be
S.I.D.E E double F.E.C.T
Coming through with the bul Stress
His beats bang you in the chest y'all
Damn that shit is

friend zone 

From rags to riches I got all the bitches 
Breakin some hearts is just part of the business 
Your ex nigga trippin i'm winnin what he gon do

pretty boy don't speak
Thousand carats for the piece, old style with your jeans
Young Zay up on a zine, young Zay up in your dreams
Young Zay be in